A/N: Yes, I know its short but when you read something on the internet its good to be short. Riiiight? Anyway Im re-writing this from Malfoy's side of the story as well as (you'll find out later why) Hermione's. So, again re-read what I said for the 1st chapter because it applys for this one too That's it!
Chapter two:
Harry woke up with a start. He heard a voice, "Harry wake up it's time for dinner!" It was the voice of Ron. He stood up so quickly Ron laughed, "I'm up!" Harry said feeling embarrassed but he didn't know why. Then he remembered his dream. He felt his stomach turn at the idea of being so close to Malfoy. "Harry? Harry? Are you okay?" Ron asked waving a hand energetically in front of his face. "I'm going down to the Great Hall now, I'll see you there." he said giving Harry a strange look then leaving. Harry sat back down on his bed trying to forget his horrible dream. Now that it was over the mear thought of it made him feel disgusted. "Thank god I woke up or I think I'd have to kill myself." he thought to himself. "How am I ever going to talk to Malfoy now, with that image in my head?" Harry quickly changed his clothes and ran downstairs to the Great Hall.
"Ah! Harry there you are!" said Hermione cheerfully as he sat down next to her and Ron at the Gryffindor table. "I was wondering where you went after the game!"
"Oh... I was tired I decided to go upstairs and take a nap..."
"Oh really!?" exclaimed Hermione loudly. "I-I mean, really? Harry, you know after you hit your head you're not seposed to go to sleep. You could die or something!"
It was now time for Harry and Ron to exchange looks. "Well, I'm not dead am I?" asked Harry piling food onto his plate.
"I don't think so..." asked Ron pretending to examine Harry carefully. They both burst out into laughter. Hermione ignored them for the rest of dinner partially because they spent the rest of the time talk about Quiditche. Dinner was over and almost everyone had upstairs. "C'mon let's go Harry, I'm gonna die if I eat anymore." Complained Ron starting to limp toward the doorway.
"Uh, I'll catch up with you later... I gotta do something..."Harry replied looking over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy was still there with no one else. This would be the perfect time to talk to him. Ron caught him looking. "You're making a big mistake." he said making his way back up to the Common Room.
Harry stood up and nervously walked over to where Malfoy was. He was sitting and reading a book of some sort and was wearing glasses which Harry had never seen him do before. "I-I didn't know you wore glasses." he said hoping to get Malfoy's attention.
"Well you don't know a lot of things about me, do you Potter?" he asked in an icy tone without looking up from his book. Harry stood there for a moment silent. "Well, what do you want?" He asked. As if in one swift motion Malfoy closed his book, took off his glasses and stood up. Harry noticed for the first time how much taller Malfoy was then him. A good 2 inches probably. Harry tried not to let it bother him. He couldn't stand it anymore. "Malfoy why did who give me the snitch?" he blurted out a little too loud. Luckily the Great Hall was empty and there was no one around to hear it.
"Does that really matter to you, Potter? Don't make me regret it, now leave me alone." He got up and began walking away. Harry couldn't stop himself, "No really Malfoy, why? There must be a reason." Draco stopped in his tracks. He turned around and walked up to Harry so they weren't more then a couple inches away from each other. "You know what? I don't really know myself, but I did alright? Now don't go blabbing to the intire school, for your own good as well as mine. Don't think I was doing you a favor. Don't think it for a second, Potter. Alright?" Malfoy turned around and stalked out of the Great Hall leaving Harry as confused as he was when he came.